--Oh. Good. [Stalling. She's stalling because for a moment she got caught up in the rhythm of her own scrambling for attention and completely missed the point of her own fumbling.
Right. He's stopped to listen. She smiles widely at his chest (because it's level with her head at the moment - at all the moments, how are tall people a thing).
This is the moment where, sober, she'd back off in embarrassment, assuming she'd dragged out his attention for this at all. Good thing she's nowhere close to sobriety.] When we find-- when we find somewhere to sleep, you've gotta tell me a story. [That next noise she makes is probably a giggle.] You're good at stories.
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timeasmymeasure
I'm embarrassed for her omg /o\
Date: 2014-02-05 09:29 am (UTC)Right. He's stopped to listen. She smiles widely at his chest (because it's level with her head at the moment - at all the moments, how are tall people a thing).
This is the moment where, sober, she'd back off in embarrassment, assuming she'd dragged out his attention for this at all. Good thing she's nowhere close to sobriety.] When we find-- when we find somewhere to sleep, you've gotta tell me a story. [That next noise she makes is probably a giggle.] You're good at stories.